So number five's over and that's that.
Hasn't it left you feeling flat?
Who's coming up with the next title?
Something lively, clever and vital....
"Folded Flannel" came to mind
but others might have an axe to grind.
I wait for six with bated breath,
Here's hoping I don't die a death...
once more.

Oh! Now look. What a pain
Once more cloudy, once more rain.
Don't you grumble don't complain!
Turn your narrow view to those
Who battle record-breaking snows
and suffer frost-bite of the nose.
Aren't you lucky you have flowers
Even if they're hit by showers?
You're not shovelling for hours.
Don't have snow plough drivers who
reblock your drive and wave at you
knowing you had just got through
Two full hours of piling high
Filthy white stuff from the sky!

there goes, we goes, it goes, some goes potty
"It is not as goes," says a stranger.
A lost and perplexed stranger needing nothing.
The lives go on. The stranger drifts into
the sets for bringing out later.

Scene II,
never write a play late at night in a forum.
it causes one to open.

end of monologe,
all lust is made into those stringed puppets
not kites
what a shame

You know me, darling, so well.
And you know as well as I do....
I
Hate
feeling
Ridiculous.
And lost.
That too.
And here you are, making me feel both.
Lost and stupid and plain out
fucking
Ridiculous.
So I am pouring out my heart
In no particular fashion,
passion,
And hoping that one day
All will be right.
and I will be
sane
found
anything
but lost!!!
And ridiculous.

__________________
So, tell me again what's wrong with porn?

- I remember that time that you told me love is touching souls, surely you touched mine cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time.-
-Joni Mitchell